RUNE CRAFT 6

NAME: Haegl was snow, hail & ice which was ever present in the cold climate of the North Lands. It was also the natural weapon of the frost gaints & the ice demons who lurked in the winter blizzard to strike down unwary travellers.

PROTO- GERMANIC name: Hagalaz [ Hail stone.]

GOTHIC name: Hagl [ Hail.]

OLD ENGLISH name: Haegl [ Hail]

OLD NORSE name: Hagall [ Special rune name.]

NUMBER: 1, in AETT 2

COLOUR: White or grey on a white background.

PHONETIC: H, though with more voice than in English.

SOURCE: The Greek eta or the Roman H

AETT: Heimdall.

ASSOCIATED GODS: Heimdall, a God of watchfulness & solitude & the ememy of Loki the trickster.

IMAGE: Frost, ice, hail, winter weather generally.

LORE: Rune of crisis & catastrophe. Condensation of powers into seed form from which further developments, positive or negative become possible.

DIVINATION USE: Change according to ideals, controlled crisis, completion, inner harmony,

OR catastrophe, crisis, stagnation, loss of power, loss of prosperity.

CHANT: [ used for Astral projection ] Heimhoeldall

COMMON EXPERIENCE: When projected into on its own it usually takes the form of isolation & loneliness. Will normally test one's resolve in some fashion.

MAGICAL USES: This is a rune of meditation & the council of silence, & aids consideration, decision & meditation. It is also useful for overcoming aspects of our lower nature, including prankishness or bad habits. It is therefore very useful in overcoming impediments or obstacles to success.

INDIVIDUAL STROKES:

CARVE the right-hand vertical from the top down,

then the diagonal upward & left,

finally, the left-hand vertical is carved upward.

COLOUR , do the diagonal down & to the right,

then the left vertical bottom to top,

then the right vertical in the same direction.

For this Rune recite:

ICE & HAIL

ARE MY ENEMIES

WITHOUT FAIL.

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Meditation results.

HEART OF STONE & A FIST A HEAVY HAMMER

AGAIN, & AGAIN, I BEAT YOU DOWN

AS MANY TIMES YOU RISE, I STRIKE!

HEAR MY ROAR OF TRIUMPH!

IT EATS YOUR PUNY CRIES FOR MERCY...

MY TEARS CUT YOU DOWN IN THE FURROW

MAKE BLACK YOUR SHOULDERS & YOUR CROWN

AHRR-ROAR-AH-ROAR-OOH!

HOW MIGHTY IS THE VOICE OF THE WINDS

IT THUNDERS ON DISTANT MOUNTAINS

AND RINGS LIKE FALLING AXES ON THE TREES

IT CRACKS THE STONES & SLAPS THE FACE OF THE WATERS

THE WEAK TREMBLE, THE STRONG COWER...

MASTER OF SKY, RULER OF EARTH

NONE DARE LIFT THEIR EYES TO ME

I WALK ALONE & RULE IN GRANDEUR OF SOLITUDE

BITTER VICTORY

TO RULE A BARREN, EMPTY LAND

IT IS MY RIGHT, MY MIGHTY CURSE

NEVER WILL I BOW MY HEAD

AHRR-ROAR-AH-ROAR -OOH!

BLESSED BE.